Page 48 of Stripe Poker


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Benton poured into the kiss all the relief that she was alive and okay and that he could still touch her.

Opal pulled back. She searched his eyes. They shined with care.

Benton’s hands found her breasts, and he massaged them through the fabric. He could feel her nipples start to perk up and rubbed his thumbs over them so they were peaking through her shirt.

He slid her forward and nipped at them.

Opal moaned as his tongue and teeth dampened the cotton. When he pulled away, the material was saturated and exposed the erect part of her breast.

Benton grew harder as she leaned over and kissed his jawline. She continued to unbutton his shirt until his chest was bare. Opal untucked it from his pants and slid it off him completely.

She kissed his throat over his Adam's apple and licked over his collarbone. A growl rumbled in Benton’s throat. He released it like a soft purr, a sign from his tiger to hers.

Opal positioned herself in front of the couch. She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his pants.

Then, she unzipped his jeans with a slow movement meant to be teasing, but Benton found it incredibly hot.

He watched Opal unhinge his pants, stick her hand into the opening, and release his cock. She smiled at Benton. Then, she sat back and lifted her shirt off.

Her bra was white lace, and her nipples were still hard. Before he could reach up to touch her, she dove onto his shaft.

Opal took all of him into her mouth with one motion.

“Oh!” Benton shouted. His fingers dug into the couch cushions as the pressure built in his center, and Opal’s head bobbed up and down his thick rod. The pleasure came in waves. He couldn’t form complete thoughts.

Opal gave the tip of Benton’s most sensitive part a lick. She circled her tongue around its head, and his breathing became erratic.

“Opal,” he whispered between breaths. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to …”

Opal lifted her lips off his head and squeezed it with her hand. He gasped and groaned. His head rolled back onto the couch. “Good,” she whispered. “It’s your turn.”

Then Opal dove down and took him into her mouth.

Now, her hand and mouth were moving in separate directions. They would meet in the middle of his shaft and massage in the opposite direction.

Pleasure swelled inside of him.

With a final squeeze, Benton climaxed with a loud roar from his tiger as Opal let him shoot his seed into her mouth and down her throat. He arched his back and clawed at the couch as the peak of his orgasm lingered throughout his body.

As soon as he began to gain feeling back in his feet, Opal wanted to climb on top of him again. But this time, she stood and took her bra off. Her soft breasts shook with each movement she made. She dropped the bra and bent over to take her pants off. Opal showed Benton her ass and the perfect heart shape it made.

Passion took control of him. He stood and grabbed her from behind. She squealed with delight. Benton picked her up and laid her on the sofa. He buried his head between her legs as he struggled the rest of the way out of his pants.

Opal laughed and gasped. “It might be better for you to do one thing at a time.”

Benton pulled his head away from Opal’s clit.

He pushed his pants down to his knees, kicked them off, and then shuffled toward Opal.

Benton lifted her, slid his arms under her back, and thrust himself between her legs. “You are so wet,” he whispered into her neck.

Benton moved his shaft inside her, opening her swollen and tight walls to fit all of him. They moaned together as friction and resistance grew. With each thrust, Opal’s breasts bounced against Benton’s chest. The sensation made him thrust into her harder. Opal wrapped her legs around his waist as she screamed out.

Her hands dug into the couch cushions, and Benton was pleased he could push her to the edge of pleasure.

He continued to slide in and out of her. Opal flung her arms around Benton’s back and dug her nails into his skin. He screamed out as he climaxed. He pumped his hips into her one last time as his body grew limp with pleasure. Opal blew her top with the last plunge in, and her body began to quake.

They collapsed together on the couch in a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing.

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